Lila's POV 

“Wake up, Lila.”

I heard my mother's voice before she pulled the curtains outside. Blinding light filled the room and I groaned as I pulled the sheets over my head. 

“Mum.”

“It’s past 10am. I didn't ask you to sneak in the early hours of the morning.”

“You’re not fun.” I rolled my eyes. She dropped on my bed and pulled the sheets over. 

I still felt groggy from all the alcohol. 

“How much did you have to drink last night?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Three. Maybe eight. I don't know.”

“You’re becoming an alcoholic.”

I kissed my teeth and threw my legs off the...